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middaeg2020-04-17 03:07 pm
betweenduskanddawn) wrote in middaeg2020-04-17 03:07 pm
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I've made my choice...
Who: Corrin and various. Open prompts in main post, closed prompts beneath it.
When: During the memeshare event.
Where: Dreams!
What: A brief walk through Corrin's memories.
Warnings: Some violence, some death, talk of executions.
A. Foolish Innocence
[...When the image fades into view, it reveals the dark inner throne room of a large stone castle. An elderly king sits on the throne, with his five children standing before him. Corrin is in the center, looking up at the throne. Her expression is clearly one of nervous excitement, and she's fidgeting faintly in place.]
Garon: I see you made it here safely, Corrin.
Corrin: Yes, Father. Long have I wished to see you and visit Castle Krakenburg again. I feel like I’m dreaming…
Garon: It is only thanks to your diligence that you are here. I am told you are now a warrior almost on par with Xander. You finally possess the strength to be an instrument of Nohr’s power in the world.
Elise: But, Father, will she be all right outside of the fortress?
Camilla: I worry about that as well. Isn’t it dangerous for Corrin to live outside the fortress’s magical barrier?
Corrin: I appreciate your concern, but I earned my way here and I’m ready to fight.
Garon: Corrin, as you know, Nohr is at war with the eastern kingdom of Hoshido.
Corrin: Yes, Father. I have heard as much.
Garon: We of the royal family are descendants of the ancient gods, the First Dragons. As inheritors of that divine strength, we conquer those who oppose us with ease. One who learns to wield that power can destroy an entire army of common troops. Xander, Camilla, and Leo have already shown that they possess this power. I expect no less from you.
Corrin: I am aware of your expectations, Father. And I have trained every day to become more like my siblings.
Garon: Hmm…you show promise. But you will need a suitable weapon in order to serve Nohr.
[The king gestures, and a servant steps forward carrying a twisted, black-bladed sword. Corrin reaches out to accept it eagerly, tossing it from one hand to another as she learns it's balance.]
Corrin: Wow…
Garon: This is Ganglari, a sword infused with magic from another world. With this sword at your side, you will crush the Hoshidan army with ease.
Corrin: Thank you for this generous gift, Father.
Xander: Hmm… Generous indeed.
Garon: Now, let us see you put that sword to its proper use… Bring out the prisoners!
Nohrian: Yes, sire!
Corrin: Prisoners?
[The visitor to this memory would suddenly feel a presence next to them, and turn to find the current Corrin standing there. Her expression is distant, watching the scene.]
I was so excited that he finally trusted me. If only I knew...
[It was hard to tell if she was talking to the visitor, or herself.]
B. Mikoto
[...When the image faded into view, it revealed the brightly lit street of an airy, open city. People are walking around, selling and buying at the various market stalls, laughing and happy. Hushed conversations talk about the 'lost princess' who had returned to them.]
[Corrin was walking along the center of the street, in her black armor, being led by her three Hoshidan siblings and Azura...]
Corrin: Everyone really is friendly here. And it’s so…bright…and open. It’s quite a contrast from the fortress I grew up in.
Azura: I’m glad you like it. Like I said, I’ve always been happy here.
Takumi: Just don’t get too comfortable…sister.
Corrin: Pardon me?
Takumi: I don’t trust you. Shouldn’t you be heading back to Nohr soon?
Azura: Takumi…
Takumi: Hey, who said you could call me by name? You haven’t earned that privilege either.
Corrin: That doesn’t even make sense.
Takumi: Excuse me?
Corrin: Azura has been in Hoshido for as long as I’ve been gone. Shouldn’t that be enough to consider her part of the family?
Takumi: I don’t care. I don’t trust either of you. I just wanted to tell you that to your face.
Sakura: I apologize for Takumi’s rudeness. He’s a bit of a hothead. Anyway, how’d you like to try a sweet rice dumpling? It’s a Hoshidan specialty!
Corrin: I’d love to. Thanks, Sakura!
Sakura: You’re welcome!
Corrin: You know, I’m very close with a girl in Nohr who’s around your age.
Sakura: Oh? What's she like?
Corrin: Well, she's generous and kind. Always putting the need of others first...
Hinoka: All right, everyone. The ceremony is starting. Let’s head to the plaza!
[The real Corrin stood nearby, seemingly unaware of the visitor to her memory, as she stared at the scene unfolding before her. Her hands are clenched together, pressed into her stomach, and her red eyes are wide, nearly on the brink of tears...]
Please, no...
[But the memory was unwilling to heed her words and continued on...]
C. One Giant Step
[...When the image faded into view, it revealed a small army standing on a long stretch of lightly forested plains. Scattered around them are the remnants of a battle that had just ended, some medics moved from person to person healing the wounded while the dead enemies were left where they lay.]
[Most of the army was turned towards a deep, bottomless chasm that stretches in both directions as far as the eye could see. An old wooden bridge hung across it, swaying slightly in the breeze. Corrin stood at one end of the bridge, dressed in the black armor she rarely wore anymore. She held a glowing sword loosely in her left hand, her fingers unconsciously tightening and loosening around the hilt. ]
[Azura stood next to her, the blue haired woman resting her spear on the ground as she and Corrin spoke quietly.]
Azura: Isn't this wonderful, Corrin? You've managed to win over your family, blood related and not! Because of the choice you made, all of this became possible.
Corrin: Thanks, Azura... And thank you all. It means more than I can say for everyone to trust me.
Azura: ... We'd better get going, Corrin. Now that we've secured so many allies, we should do what we came here to do. Once we reach our destination, we can tell everyone what we know.
[Before Corrin could say anything else, they sky above them began to darken, and a hush fell over the army, all eyes turned up towards the approaching clouds. From the army, two men stepped forward, one dressed all in black, the other in a mix of red and white armor. Both had their eyes turned towards Corrin.]
Ryoma: The skies above Hoshido and Nohr are changing...
Xander: It seems the time has come. Corrin, what do we do now?
[The observer would suddenly feel a more concrete presence stepping up next to them, the real Corrin, dressed in more casual clothing. She offered the visitor a small smile.]
I can’t say I was expecting anyone to see this…
[OOC: Closed prompts will follow in the comments. If anyone would like one, or a different memory, just let me know!]
When: During the memeshare event.
Where: Dreams!
What: A brief walk through Corrin's memories.
Warnings: Some violence, some death, talk of executions.
A. Foolish Innocence
[...When the image fades into view, it reveals the dark inner throne room of a large stone castle. An elderly king sits on the throne, with his five children standing before him. Corrin is in the center, looking up at the throne. Her expression is clearly one of nervous excitement, and she's fidgeting faintly in place.]
Garon: I see you made it here safely, Corrin.
Corrin: Yes, Father. Long have I wished to see you and visit Castle Krakenburg again. I feel like I’m dreaming…
Garon: It is only thanks to your diligence that you are here. I am told you are now a warrior almost on par with Xander. You finally possess the strength to be an instrument of Nohr’s power in the world.
Elise: But, Father, will she be all right outside of the fortress?
Camilla: I worry about that as well. Isn’t it dangerous for Corrin to live outside the fortress’s magical barrier?
Corrin: I appreciate your concern, but I earned my way here and I’m ready to fight.
Garon: Corrin, as you know, Nohr is at war with the eastern kingdom of Hoshido.
Corrin: Yes, Father. I have heard as much.
Garon: We of the royal family are descendants of the ancient gods, the First Dragons. As inheritors of that divine strength, we conquer those who oppose us with ease. One who learns to wield that power can destroy an entire army of common troops. Xander, Camilla, and Leo have already shown that they possess this power. I expect no less from you.
Corrin: I am aware of your expectations, Father. And I have trained every day to become more like my siblings.
Garon: Hmm…you show promise. But you will need a suitable weapon in order to serve Nohr.
[The king gestures, and a servant steps forward carrying a twisted, black-bladed sword. Corrin reaches out to accept it eagerly, tossing it from one hand to another as she learns it's balance.]
Corrin: Wow…
Garon: This is Ganglari, a sword infused with magic from another world. With this sword at your side, you will crush the Hoshidan army with ease.
Corrin: Thank you for this generous gift, Father.
Xander: Hmm… Generous indeed.
Garon: Now, let us see you put that sword to its proper use… Bring out the prisoners!
Nohrian: Yes, sire!
Corrin: Prisoners?
[The visitor to this memory would suddenly feel a presence next to them, and turn to find the current Corrin standing there. Her expression is distant, watching the scene.]
I was so excited that he finally trusted me. If only I knew...
[It was hard to tell if she was talking to the visitor, or herself.]
B. Mikoto
[...When the image faded into view, it revealed the brightly lit street of an airy, open city. People are walking around, selling and buying at the various market stalls, laughing and happy. Hushed conversations talk about the 'lost princess' who had returned to them.]
[Corrin was walking along the center of the street, in her black armor, being led by her three Hoshidan siblings and Azura...]
Corrin: Everyone really is friendly here. And it’s so…bright…and open. It’s quite a contrast from the fortress I grew up in.
Azura: I’m glad you like it. Like I said, I’ve always been happy here.
Takumi: Just don’t get too comfortable…sister.
Corrin: Pardon me?
Takumi: I don’t trust you. Shouldn’t you be heading back to Nohr soon?
Azura: Takumi…
Takumi: Hey, who said you could call me by name? You haven’t earned that privilege either.
Corrin: That doesn’t even make sense.
Takumi: Excuse me?
Corrin: Azura has been in Hoshido for as long as I’ve been gone. Shouldn’t that be enough to consider her part of the family?
Takumi: I don’t care. I don’t trust either of you. I just wanted to tell you that to your face.
Sakura: I apologize for Takumi’s rudeness. He’s a bit of a hothead. Anyway, how’d you like to try a sweet rice dumpling? It’s a Hoshidan specialty!
Corrin: I’d love to. Thanks, Sakura!
Sakura: You’re welcome!
Corrin: You know, I’m very close with a girl in Nohr who’s around your age.
Sakura: Oh? What's she like?
Corrin: Well, she's generous and kind. Always putting the need of others first...
Hinoka: All right, everyone. The ceremony is starting. Let’s head to the plaza!
[The real Corrin stood nearby, seemingly unaware of the visitor to her memory, as she stared at the scene unfolding before her. Her hands are clenched together, pressed into her stomach, and her red eyes are wide, nearly on the brink of tears...]
Please, no...
[But the memory was unwilling to heed her words and continued on...]
C. One Giant Step
[...When the image faded into view, it revealed a small army standing on a long stretch of lightly forested plains. Scattered around them are the remnants of a battle that had just ended, some medics moved from person to person healing the wounded while the dead enemies were left where they lay.]
[Most of the army was turned towards a deep, bottomless chasm that stretches in both directions as far as the eye could see. An old wooden bridge hung across it, swaying slightly in the breeze. Corrin stood at one end of the bridge, dressed in the black armor she rarely wore anymore. She held a glowing sword loosely in her left hand, her fingers unconsciously tightening and loosening around the hilt. ]
[Azura stood next to her, the blue haired woman resting her spear on the ground as she and Corrin spoke quietly.]
Azura: Isn't this wonderful, Corrin? You've managed to win over your family, blood related and not! Because of the choice you made, all of this became possible.
Corrin: Thanks, Azura... And thank you all. It means more than I can say for everyone to trust me.
Azura: ... We'd better get going, Corrin. Now that we've secured so many allies, we should do what we came here to do. Once we reach our destination, we can tell everyone what we know.
[Before Corrin could say anything else, they sky above them began to darken, and a hush fell over the army, all eyes turned up towards the approaching clouds. From the army, two men stepped forward, one dressed all in black, the other in a mix of red and white armor. Both had their eyes turned towards Corrin.]
Ryoma: The skies above Hoshido and Nohr are changing...
Xander: It seems the time has come. Corrin, what do we do now?
[The observer would suddenly feel a more concrete presence stepping up next to them, the real Corrin, dressed in more casual clothing. She offered the visitor a small smile.]
I can’t say I was expecting anyone to see this…
[OOC: Closed prompts will follow in the comments. If anyone would like one, or a different memory, just let me know!]
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The younger Corrin scampered up the stairs and onto the top of the wall, hurrying down the stonework above the gate.
"Four months without being allowed even into the courtyard felt like forever. I was never allowed of the fortress, of course, but this was much worse." She trailed off and smiled faintly again.
"The gate leads out into the woods. I knew it would be locked, but I had to try."
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"Of course? I don't think that's -- something that should be expected. Unless it was really dangerous out there." She's realizing that she might have relaxed too early because it seemed so lighthearted right now.
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She shrugged. At the time, she'd had no reason to suspect it wasn't true. It would be nearly a decade before she learned how much of her life had been wrong...
Her gaze was dark and distant for a few moments, long enough for the memory Corrin to have passed up along the wall above them, before she shook the thoughts away.
"This was one of the few times I made it outside the walls." She said as she stood up, offering Leslie her hand before leading the girl up the stairs that her younger self had scampered up earlier.
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“It wasn’t the truth, though, was it?” She follows Corrin up the stairs, her pace relatively quick for someone her height walking so that they don’t lose the memory Corrin. “How badly were you punished for getting out?”
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For some people it would seem minor. For Corrin it had been torture.
Ahead of them, Tiny Corrin had come to a stop at the far end of the wall, and had climbed up onto one of the ramparts, peering down at the ground below it. Beneath it was a large build-up of snow, a drift nearly ten feet high where the wind had been piling up the snow for weeks.
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"You must love your siblings a lot."
Leslie's contemplative mood does end up disappearing for a moment when she sees the memory of Corrin up on the ramparts. With a complete lack of self-awareness, she startles and would probably have run after her in concern were she not holding the real Corrin's hand. (Sure, she climbed up on the ramparts last month herself, but she'd argue that her goal wasn't to get to the other side.)
"Hey! Isn't that really dangerous?"